It was cold early that morning.
The cold breeze beat against Cindy's body as she ran fast through the dark, lone alley.
She was not a person that was into fitness but she had taken the jog to get her mind off things. She had hoped a little exercise would help her wind off. But it didn't. The morning jog didn't help with any of that. If any thing, the horrific thoughts had doubled as fast as her pace.
Numerous questions crowded her head. Questions she didn't have answers to.
Who killed Abby? And why? Could Leo have killed Abby? Was he or his family behind her cold, cruel murder? Had they done it to silence the poor girl? Did she know more? Is that why she had been murdered? Or did they murder her because they found out that they had been in contact? That she had been in contact with
